Stress...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Sun, 5 Jan 1997 05:46:37 +0000


Hiya Loonies...

Here's a list of things which might be familiar if you're too
stressed...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------


                YOU KNOW YOU'RE TOO STRESSED IF...

        Relatives that have been dead for years come visit you
           and suggest that you should get some rest.

        You can achieve a "Runners High" by sitting up.

        You say the same sentence over and over again, not
           realizing that you have said it before.

        The Sun is too loud.

        Trees begin chasing you.

        You can see individual air molecules vibrating.

        You begin to explore the possibility of setting up
           an I.V. drip solution of espresso.

        You wonder if brewing is really a necessary step
           for the consumption of coffee.

        You can hear mimes.

        You believe that if you think hard enough, you can fly.

        Things becomes "Very Clear".

        You ask the drive-thru attendant if you can
           get your order to go.

        You begin speaking in a language that only you and
           mediums can understand.

        You say the same sentence over and over again, not
           realizing that you have said it before.

        You keep yelling "STOP TOUCHING ME!!!" even though
           you are the only one in the room.

        Your heart beats in 7/8 time.

        David Lynch comes up to you and says:
           "Hey!, can I film you?"

        You and Reality file for divorce.

        You can skip without a rope.

        It appears that people are speaking to you in binary code.

        You have great revelations concerning:
           Life, the Universe, and Everything else, but can't
           quite find the words for them before the white glow
           disappears, leaving you more confused than before.

        You can travel without moving.

        Antacid tablets become your sole source of nutrition.

        You discover the aesthetic beauty of office supplies.

        You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject,
           get into a nasty row over it, lose, and refuse to speak to
           yourself for the rest of the night.

        Teddy bears begin to bully you for milk and cookies.

        You have an irresistible urge to bite the noses of the
           people you are talking to.

        You say the same sentence over and over again, not
           realizing that you have said it before...